This trip is a meditation on beauty
Moments ... gone that moment so precious for never ever being exactly the same again
The greens under a thin sheet of cloud
A swan running on water ... running from fast paddling swam or running to the promise of food?
A feather floating on water
Shed carelessly by you .so downy white
You don't miss that single feather
That I gaze on so wistfully
You spare it not another glance
What you have in abundance you don't miss
You don't know what beauty you lend this river
Just swimming by
That feather proof you floated by once
And what do you seek
As you paddle by so quickly
Staring purposefully into the water as you shovel water behind you
Leaving a triangular shape in your wake
That water quickly folds over
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